The Time I Ran Away — Throwback Thursday

Most kids decide at some point that they are going to run away, some get to the end of the block and some take it a bit further. My efforts, unbeknownst to my family at the time foreshadowed my career.

One day when I was in elementary school I decided to run away from home. I don't remember why I decided to pack up and leave, but it likely had to do with a request to clean my room.

Deciding that my mom and dad were no longer cool I packed up my backpack with my jam box and cassette tapes, grabbed a couple of slices of american cheese and took off on my bike.

Clearly I was not a girl scout. Not only did I pack perishable food, but I had not grabbed a change of clothes, toiletries of any kind or considered shelter. I took the things that were most important to me at the time.

It didn't take long for me to realize I had not brought any size C batteries. When I got to the end of the block, I stopped to listen to my tapes and realized that I didn't have any power.

Without power I couldn't listen to my tapes, so I climbed back on my bike and pedaled home to listen to my jams. Twenty and some odd years later, I get to play music everyday and get paid to do it... and still love NKOTB.